HOME.
Home! dearest home! I love thee well
I love thee more than words can tell;
There is no spot to me on earth
So dear, as that which gave me birth;
There are no friends so dear to me,
As those who tell me most of thee.
I love thee more than words can tell;
There is no spot to me on earth
So dear, as that which gave me birth;
There are no friends so dear to me,
As those who tell me most of thee.
Oh, could I leave my much loved home,
O'er this unfriendly world to roam?
Say, could I bid a long adieu
To friends so loved and honored too?
There are some things for which I'd dare
To leave my own loved bower of prayer—
Things which so fill my trusting heart,
That tears, repenting tears, will start.
O'er this unfriendly world to roam?
Say, could I bid a long adieu
To friends so loved and honored too?
There are some things for which I'd dare
To leave my own loved bower of prayer—
Things which so fill my trusting heart,
That tears, repenting tears, will start.
